tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post2763010875377959454..comments2015-03-03T13:33:58.077-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Cold SnapZephirinenoreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-54388650847760780922011-12-24T05:50:21.089-08:002011-12-24T05:50:21.089-08:00Merci beaucoup, Dr. Don.
Coincidentally, that lin...Merci beaucoup, Dr. Don.<br /><br />Coincidentally, that line developed a mysterious affinity, just a few hours ago, in my dodgy old brain anyhow, with this:<br /><br /><br /> Nightingales near<br /> the river.<br /><br /> No superfluous noise.<br /><br /> Vassilis Zambaras<br /><br /><br />(I want to trade my sub-Alaskan frost-obelisk for a Greek nightingale, right now!)TChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-41160112178387200232011-12-24T03:44:47.834-08:002011-12-24T03:44:47.834-08:00Beautiful match of words and images. &quot;Noisel...Beautiful match of words and images. &quot;Noiseless as fear in a wide wilderness&quot; - oh, yes, indeed.Issa's Untidy Huthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07352841590717991698noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-11277184411424545782011-12-21T03:27:54.207-08:002011-12-21T03:27:54.207-08:00Susan,
Thanks very much, that&#39;s sweet of you ...Susan,<br /><br />Thanks very much, that&#39;s sweet of you to say. There&#39;s no pleasure like giving pleasure to others. It&#39;s for that reason I do this blog. <br /><br /><br /><br />Curtis Faville,<br /><br />Think about this.<br /><br />The poems posted on this blog over the past thirty days have all been written by poets (Giuseppe Ungaretti, George Seferis, Stevie Smith, Nizar Qabbani, Bill Deemer, and Charles Deemer, Thomas Hardy, Jim Dine, Ed Sanders, among others) who got better with time, had the courage to stick to their guns. <br /><br />I think in all cases named, the artistic quality got better and better no matter the body may have done otherwise. Even fallen to pieces.<br /><br />Also, think about this.<br /><br />If reading poems by poets who are not young bothers you, what are you doing here?TChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-53142909257839626202011-12-20T21:35:17.071-08:002011-12-20T21:35:17.071-08:00Your blog is an education in itself. I am happy t...Your blog is an education in itself. I am happy to be in your class and sit in on these offerings, discussions, and presentations. I wish I could respond impressively or majestically. This is a special place to go to for lots of reasons. Peace and good thoughts. Very stimulating. Thank you so much.Susan Kay Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277139119869470939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-72953036835938716452011-12-20T18:39:42.509-08:002011-12-20T18:39:42.509-08:00Tom:
Think about this.
Most of the poets of yo...Tom:<br /><br />Think about this. <br /><br />Most of the poets of yore lived much shorter lives than we do. <br /><br />Have we used that extra time to make more and better art?<br /><br />Have we become more sophisticated? What do the extra years yield?<br /><br />Do poets, like mathematicians, peak at a young age?Curtis Favillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06213075853354387634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-83779501729160251312011-12-20T10:43:02.736-08:002011-12-20T10:43:02.736-08:00Steve,
As I&#39;ve said before, I don&#39;t know ...Steve,<br /><br />As I&#39;ve said before, I don&#39;t know how you do it.<br /><br />But... awe.<br /><br />And the &quot;virtual experience&quot; -- yes!<br /><br />light coming into sky above black plane<br />of ridge, waning white moon by branches<br />in foreground, sound of wave in channel<br /><br />sun rising above orange edge of cloud,<br />moon in cloudless blue sky on horizonTChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-44979104171290159162011-12-20T10:28:57.843-08:002011-12-20T10:28:57.843-08:00Tom,
&quot;This silent blast from the polar free...Tom,<br /><br />&quot;This silent blast from the polar freezer fuses<br /><br />Leaf arteries into obelisks of bright glass&quot;<br /><br />not quite THAT cold here this morning (big green nasturtium leaves next to house not shriveled) but it was plenty chilly out there in the channel, first edge of sun rising above ridge about as far sound as it&#39;s going to get this year. Meanwhile, another <br />orange edge of cloud &quot;illumination&quot; --<br /><br />12.20<br /><br />light coming into sky above black plane<br />of ridge, waning white moon by branches<br />in foreground, sound of wave in channel<br /><br /> pass from A to B, then to C<br /> projected or outlined<br /> <br /> reflections on, relation of<br /> synthesis to, thought<br /><br />sun rising above orange edge of cloud,<br />moon in cloudless blue sky on horizonSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-74214978097214919052011-12-20T10:00:53.705-08:002011-12-20T10:00:53.705-08:00Vassilis,
You have warmed our nettles, unfrozen ...Vassilis, <br /><br />You have warmed our nettles, unfrozen our Filipendula and thawed our lingonberries.<br /><br />Now all we dare ask is the magic carpet to whisk us over to help you work on that veggie pitta.<br /><br />Afterward (and during) we can thank your amazing wife, then kick back and watch the compost wholesomely decompose.TChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-12932869230063239612011-12-20T08:51:28.787-08:002011-12-20T08:51:28.787-08:00Ah, nettles--right now the ones growing between my...Ah, nettles--right now the ones growing between my rows of green onion (whose leaves we sacrifice for salads)are about 5&quot; high and soon they--along with other wild greens--will be filling my wife&#39;s home-made crust and then plopped in the oven for a great veggie pitta. When they get too high and can fight back, I cut them down and put them in the compost pile--great source of nitrogen. <br /><br />By the way, I liked your poem, pleasure given again.vazambamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14515165428574974933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-32262759371400564802011-12-20T08:28:41.012-08:002011-12-20T08:28:41.012-08:00Conrad,
Be my guest, please.
I am sure that wher...Conrad,<br /><br />Be my guest, please.<br /><br />I am sure that where you are you have nettles aplenty to observe, not to mention more frost than The Netherlands.<br /><br /><br /><br />Michael,<br /><br />There I go, practising my lyric quietude and seeking to give pleasure again.<br /><br />Incorrigible.<br /><br />A daffy grin of thanks.TChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-40825916728469444672011-12-20T07:40:02.527-08:002011-12-20T07:40:02.527-08:00Sweet lyric. Many thanks for the pleasure it gave ...Sweet lyric. Many thanks for the pleasure it gave me.Lallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05310472614196384595noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-88562342396611778102011-12-20T07:13:51.019-08:002011-12-20T07:13:51.019-08:00&quot;Frost on a nettle&quot; sounds like the open...&quot;Frost on a nettle&quot; sounds like the opening verse of a poem..<br /><br />Hmmm... I think I&#39;ll use it (with your kind permission)Conrad DiDiodatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18312831623791642286noreply@blogger.com